E Riding the Crane
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Seven thirty PM Los Angeles And First. Haze, dust from a new building, a Pile of concrete, a pile of metal Hanging wires and bright lights, yards
Of fencing, signs lit from behind: were It to be that one would leave un-affect Ed. Behind, the couch, the TV, the liq Our. No not the wine. A son dis Solved wife and husband, out nine years. Last night the ghosts were flying in from San Bernardino ("H you have a head Like a potato.") you can add To this if you want, most won’t, the masses Typing away in the... surrounding us Is repetition, "Ah, the subtlest Sound, tap the dancing and spin it Around," would you, you take this brick, a Brick, rusty shovel. He's climbed fourteen Flights of metal stairs, the mirror, "The Heightened social corruption That settles." Swinging to the left, swing Ing to the right, a full circle. As the Sun sets. The engine quietly works While a helicopter circles, opposite.
7/07/2003
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